The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1887-03-19


So called at the magnificent Offices Of the
British Claim Association. was received
by the President in person, aftera brief in
teryiew with very pretty type writer, and
there was something exceedingly stunning
about the whole affair, | wormed out of
the sly dog the intelligence that was the
probable heir to million IL there were no
other claimants. but as the entire tribe are
ali dead but me, knew in a minute that
all the vast property was mine. told the
man so and he agreed with me but could
procure more definite information from
little book which only cost the modest little
sum oJ two dollars--not much for a man
who was going 10 pull in a million, but
TOLD him 1 did not have the change. He
said that made ne difference aud he for
warded the book and bill to my house By
mail, with small bill of three dollars for
searching for my noble ancestor who left
me all the money. Thereupon | wrote to
the President Of the Britlsh-A
Agency that returned his book and re-
llnquished all my claims to my ancestral
get In his behalf, only making one condi-
tion, however, and that was, that when he
got II he should invest one half Of 1t in
some great public charity linked with my
name that might descend to posterity as a
benefactor of my race. / heard no more
from the British Claim Agency till they
we're brought up in Jail this week. l am
too old bird, trust, to be caught by such
ehaff. but gave them first class notice
for which made no charge. 1t is aston
ishing how many people were taken in by
this ,bald-faced swindle, which, when the
Office was raidcd and the swindlers Gagged,
was netting clean two thousand dollars
a week.
1t seems almost useless to warn the pub
lie against this sort of thing. As long as
there are men and women in this world
who believe that the city is filled with char
table individuals, who sell gold watches
for fifty cents, and Weber pianos for two
dollars and half, such swindlers as the
British-Amerlcan Claim Agency will thrive.
The Legislative investigation into the
Municipal rotteness of Brooklyn, has un-
earthed some startling facts. Several of
the Offices in that pious city are worth
more than the Presidency of the United
States. After an administration of three
years, the Sheriff, County Clerk, Register
and number of other officers would think
themselves badly off if they retired with
less than a hundred thousand dollars. The
present sheriff, though an excellent fire.
man, can barely write his name and it is
safe to say that sum in multiplication or
short division, would throw him into a gal
loping consumption. The McLaughlins
ale the real kings of Brooklyn, as Kelly
was in New York, as Doyle was in Proyi-
dcnce, and O Brian in Boston. Hugh Nc
Laughlin, though not elected by the people,
is the real sheriff, and Mr.. Farley the
sheriff is the actual deputy. Mr.. Nc
LauShln divides the fees and gives the
sheriff whatever he thinks just. Last year
it was mere bag of nails, only S57, 900.
The question are, what became Of all this
moneyP and it is pretty evident that it is
simply an immense corruption fund, used
without secrecy or shame in dcbauching
our elections, Mr.. WINS puts the corrup-
lion fund of New York at S7j0,000, and
this tells the story of the Clearys, the Me-
Cabes, the Duffy's and the Waites.
The cry of fire at night in crowded city
or an earthquake shock would scarcely
have produced more CONSERVATION and
alarm than the announcement that Beech
er-the great Beecher, was dying. The
death of no man in all this land, since the
death of the great soldier who passed away
at Mount McGregor almost two years ago,
has created so profound a: sensation. 1t is
not whether we consider him politically or
religiously right or wrong, but he stood out
among the millions of his countrymen as
the grandcst representative American of his
time. His prayer was heard that he might
fall in his harness and be cut of in the
midst of his work; for this grand old soldier
of the cross did not fear to die, he only
feared to live to be a burden to those he
loved and who were bound to him with love
unutterable.
Few lives in all the centuries more mark
ed or brilliant than his. Rered in the
midst of the sternest Calvanism, by the
force of his own genius, and the universal
love of his kind, he worked his way into
the fullest light of the broadest and most
liberal Christianity. The man who sent
rifles to old John Brown lived to see Kan
sas no longer a bloody battle ground, but
redeemed and free. one of the most pros
erous States in the American Union. The
bitter and dunrelenting foe of human slavery,
he lived long enough to see the authoress
OF Uncle Toms Cabin the honored inhabi-
tant OF once slave State and himself re-
ceived with open arms through all that
southern land. In his boyhood hardly a
New England pulpit dared raise its voice
against slavery, and it was then that the
indignant cry of the Quaker poet Whittier
was heard:
How long, oh Lord. how long
Shall such a priesthood barter truth away.
And In defence OF robbery and wrong
AT thine own altars pray.
That cry was caught up in Plymouth pull
pit and it rang through the land till it saw
mighty armies marsheled in the field, and
felt the earth tremble with the tread of
millions of armed men. The sorrow has
been universal and even the elements have
been in unison with the general grief No
words of eulogy that | can give can add to
the glory of this matchless life.
but other hands than mine shall wreathe
The laurel round thy brow,
And men shall learn to speak of thee
As one of earth's proud spirits. born
With that strong majesty Of soul
That knew no color, race or cline,
But which hath spurned the base control
OF tyrants for all time"
BROADBRIM.